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The God of War Calen Storm She’s Tortured
Calen’s steps faltered as Astra’s voice, soft and trembling, reached his ears."You… you can’t take me back to the Frost estate right now," she murmured against his chest.His brows furrowed. "What? Why?"Astra hesitated, her breath uneven, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his shirt. Shame colored her face as she struggled to get the words out."I… I think I drank something," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And it’s making my body feel… strange."Calen stiffened. His grip on her remained firm, but his entire body tensed. "Astra," his voice was low, warning. "Don’t tell me you—"She shut her eyes tightly, unable to meet his gaze. Her entire body felt as if it were burning from the inside out, every nerve hypersensitive. It was humiliating. And yet, the unbearable heat wouldn’t stop.Then, before she could second-guess herself, she reached up—and pressed her lips against his.Calen’s breath hitched, his mind going blank for a moment as the unexpected w
The God of War Calen Storm It’s a Perfect Trap
The moment Astra’s lips crashed against his, Calen nearly lost himself.It was different from before—this kiss was hungry, desperate, burning with something uncontrollable. Her fingers clutched at him, her body pressing closer, her heat seeping through his clothes.Damn it.He knew she wasn’t in her right mind, but gods, she was making it impossible to think.His hands instinctively found her bare shoulders, his fingers grazing over the fevered skin. Too warm. Too intoxicating. Too dangerous.Then Astra’s trembling hands slid lower, reaching for the last barrier of her clothing.And for a split second, Calen almost let her.But suddenly—Light flooded the chapel.A harsh, blinding glow filled the once-dark space, illuminating everything.And before either of them could react—A group of people burst into the room.Gasping. Murmuring. Judging.Calen froze in place, still holding Astra in his arms. Astra, whose shoulders were bare, whose body was flush against his, whose lips were still
The God of War Calen Storm He’ll Be Begging to Dissappear
The accusations crashed down upon them like waves against jagged cliffs, unyielding, deafening, merciless."Liars! Deceivers!"The cries swelled, fueled by scandal and self-righteous outrage. The chapel’s once-sacred halls now echoed with venom, its walls pressing in like silent judges.Calen clenched his fists. It didn’t matter what he said. It didn’t matter what the truth was. The people had already chosen what they wanted to believe.His rank, his history, his victories in service—none of it meant anything here.And Astra…She was even more powerless.Just a servant. A shadow in a noble house. Someone to be spoken over, not listened to."Take them!"The order sliced through the air.The guards moved at once. Chains rattled. Hands seized his arms, fingers digging into his skin.Calen’s instincts screamed at him to fight back. But fighting would only seal his fate.With a sharp, piercing glare, he wrenched himself free."I will walk on my own," he declared, his voice cutting through
The God of War Calen Storm We’ll Survive
Astra’s quiet sobs filled the dimly lit prison chamber, her voice trembling with guilt. “If only I hadn’t drunk it… If only I had been more careful…”Her fingers gripped the cold iron bars separating them, her shoulders shaking as tears ran down her cheeks.Calen, sitting on the other side, exhaled sharply, his arms resting on his knees. He hated hearing her like this—so fragile, so broken."Enough," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "Crying won’t change what’s already happened."Astra flinched, her breath hitching. "But—""Listen to me." Calen’s voice softened just a little. "This isn’t your fault. You were drugged, Astra. Whoever did this planned it down to the last detail. You couldn’t have stopped it."Astra bit her lip, guilt still clouding her expression. "But I—""But nothing," Calen cut in. He turned his head slightly, looking at her through the gaps in the bars. His gaze was steady, unwavering. "They wanted to ruin us. And they would have found another way even if this h
The God of War Calen Storm The Trial Begins
Morning arrived, bleak and merciless.Neither Calen nor Astra had found rest in the suffocating silence of their cells. The weight of their situation bore down on them like an unmovable stone.Astra curled into herself in the corner of her cell, her arms wrapped around her knees, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress. She stared blankly at the cold, uneven stone floor, her breath shallow. The reality of what awaited her was undeniable—she was nothing but a servant, and worse, a servant despised by Lila Frost.No one would defend her. No one would care if she perished.Calen, sitting opposite her in his own cell, hadn’t closed his eyes either. But his sleeplessness wasn’t due to fear—it was anger. His mind had been working through the night, unraveling the trap they had been caught in, dissecting the details of how Evan Drake had orchestrated this moment with such brutal precision.A sound broke the quiet—the clank of boots against stone.Astra lifted her head slightly, dread c
The God of War Calen Storm The Trial Unfolds
The courtroom was eerily silent as Judge Alistair Godfrey sat behind his grand podium, his sharp gaze fixed upon Calen. The tension in the hall was suffocating, the weight of judgment pressing upon everyone present.No formalities. No unnecessary words.The judge went straight to the point."Calen Storm," his voice was deep, steady, and unwavering. "There are multiple eyewitnesses who claim that you and this servant—" he barely spared Astra a glance, "engaged in improper conduct inside the chapel. I will ask you directly—what happened that night?"Calen lifted his chin. His shackled hands remained steady, but his voice carried the steel of unwavering conviction."I did nothing wrong. And neither did Astra." His gaze flickered toward her for just a moment before he turned back to the judge. "We were set up."The room stirred, murmurs rippling through the audience.Judge Alistair’s expression did not change. "Set up?"Calen gave a firm nod. "Yes. Astra was drugged. Someone gave her an a
The God of War Calen Storm The Test of Truth
A hushed silence fell over the courtroom as Lila Frost entered.Draped in an elegant deep-blue gown, her presence commanded the room effortlessly. The nobles parted for her without hesitation, their whispers dying in their throats.All eyes turned to her.She walked with a slow, deliberate grace, every step echoing across the marble floor, until she stopped right in front of the judge’s podium.Her icy gaze barely flickered toward Astra before she spoke. "I am here because the one on trial is my servant, Astra."Judge Alistair studied her, his expression unreadable. "Are you here to defend her? Or to pay her ransom?"Lila's lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. "Neither." She let the word linger, savoring the weight of it. Then, she turned to the crowd. "I am here to ensure she receives the punishment she deserves."Astra gasped, her eyes widening in sheer horror. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to her knees, trembling."M-Mistress, please! I didn’t— I swear I didn’t—" her vo
The God of War Calen Storm A Tense Gamble
Judge Alistair exhaled slowly, the weight of the decision pressing upon him like a thousand stones.His sharp gaze flickered between Calen, Veylen, Evan, and Lila. The room was a battlefield of veiled intentions and clashing wills.Finally, he spoke."If the test is conducted and no traces of the aphrodisiac are found, then—""Judge Alistair, with all due respect!"Evan’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and urgent.All heads turned toward him.He stepped forward, a confident smirk playing on his lips, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes."If you insist on conducting this test, you will be wasting valuable time—your time, the court’s time, and most importantly…" He paused dramatically, then lowered his voice, as if revealing a secret. "You will risk invoking the wrath of the Grand Magus."The murmurs in the court grew louder again.Someone whispered, "That’s true… the Grand Magus is not one to be summoned lightly."Another noble muttered, "They say his anger alo
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Under The Light of The Full Moon
The morning sun rose golden over the spires of Aerondale, bathing the marble courtyards in warm light. The air was crisp, the scent of early spring blossoms drifting through the palace grounds as banners of both Vynoria and Aerondale were unfurled side by side across the terraces. Trumpets sounded, drawing the attention of nobles, soldiers, and attendants alike.From the grand balcony overlooking the central court, King Theron Ashford stood tall, clad in ceremonial black and silver, a crimson sash draped across his chest. His voice rang out with regal clarity.“Two days from now, under the light of the full moon, I shall take Elara Wynn, daughter of Vynoria, as my wife and queen. This union marks the joining of our great nations and the beginning of an era of peace, prosperity, and unshakable power.”Applause erupted from the crowd—cheers, flowers thrown into the air, the roar of celebration echoing through Aerondale’s heart. Courtiers clinked goblets in approval. Trumpets blared agai
Reveal It
The night deepened in the palace of Aerondale, a heavy silence settling over its stone bones like a velvet shroud. The storm that had once raged beyond its gilded towers had softened now to a gentle rhythm, a steady patter against high glass windows and ancient roofs, like fingers drumming on a coffin lid.Within one of the military chamber, Calen Storm lay in restless stillness, one arm flung across his brow, his shirt damp with sweat despite the chill. The fire in the hearth had dulled to a bed of glowing embers, casting faint, pulsing shadows across the floor like the slow beat of a dying heart. Thoughts swirled behind his closed eyes—memories, burdens, questions too sharp to silence. His body begged for rest, but his soul was too heavy, armored with truths unspoken and futures uncertain.And yet, sleep claimed him.For a while.A whisper stirred in the dark—soft, breathless, and impossibly near.“Calen…”His eyes flew open, breath caught in his throat. He sat upright in one motion
Whispers of Fate
The storm outside continued its relentless assault on the palace, as if the heavens themselves mourned the weight of Elara’s heart. She stood by the window, her back stiff and unyielding, the weight of her crown like a burden too heavy to bear. Seraphina remained beside her, her eyes soft with concern, but the silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire."My Queen," Seraphina began gently, her voice barely above a whisper, "You do not have to go through with this. You can leave, disappear before the wedding, before anyone finds out."Elara turned her gaze slowly toward her, her face a mask of weary resolve. "What are you saying, Seraphina? Run? Abandon everything?" Her voice was sharp, but there was a flicker of desperation behind her words. "You know that’s impossible.""You could go to Vynoria," Seraphina urged, her eyes intense. "No one would ever expect it. You could live freely, without the threat of a marriage that binds you to him—" Sh
I Have Failed
The rain beat against the tall windows of the Aerondale palace, a relentless drumming that echoed through the dim corridors like a war song turned sorrowful. The storm had rolled in not long after the last banner of celebration had been taken down—fitting, perhaps, for a Queen who could not share in the joy her people believed she should feel.Queen Elara stood by the window in silence, the heavy velvet curtains pushed aside. Outside, Aerondale’s golden towers blurred under the downpour, the once-vibrant city now veiled in a gray shroud. Her reflection in the glass was pale, weary, crowned only by the dim flicker of torchlight behind her. Her breath fogged the glass slightly, the only sign she was truly there and not some ghost caught in gilded captivity.In the center of the candlelit chamber, Seraphina watched her. The Prime Minister had been silent for several minutes now, sensing the storm inside her Queen was far greater than the one outside. A tray of untouched tea cooled on a l
Free Me!
Lila clutched at Calen’s tunic as he pulled her toward the door, her feet dragging against the stone. Her nails dug into the coarse fabric like a drowning woman clinging to driftwood. “Please, Calen,” she sobbed, voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t want anything but for you to save me. Just save me from this life—I can’t breathe in it anymore.”Calen’s face was stone. “You chose that life, Lila. You made your bed. I’m not the man you come to for rescue anymore.” His grip on her arm was firm but not cruel, yet his eyes held no warmth—only cold finality.“But I was wrong!” she cried, struggling to break free only to fall forward again. “They don’t want me anymore. Not Evan. Not even the Frost family—they won’t answer my letters, they’ve cut me off like I’m a disgrace. Please, I have nothing left! Let me be your wife again… You’re a hero now. You could ask the King—he would grant it. You could free me!”“You’re not listening,” Calen snapped, a rare flash of anger cracking his stoici
Obsession
Calen’s brow furrowed as he stepped back into the low lamplight. “What truth?”Lila’s breath caught, but she stood her ground. “The truth about how you feel. I need to know.”Calen’s jaw tensed. “We don’t need to talk about feelings. You and I—we're nothing now.”“I missed you,” Lila said, her voice barely more than a whisper, but it rang loud in the silence between them. “So much it made me sick.”Calen stood still in the dim light of the chamber, jaw clenched, arms at his sides as though bracing himself against her words.“I prayed for you every night,” Lila continued, stepping further into the room. “When news reached us that you'd survived, that you were leading the final charge—my heart nearly stopped. And then at the palace... seeing you again, alive, triumphant—” Her voice cracked. “It should’ve been the happiest moment of my life. But you barely looked at me.”Calen averted his gaze. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered. “Not when every time I closed my e
The Truth
The moon had climbed high over Ardenfell, casting its silver light over the noble quarters of House Drake. Inside the sprawling manor, most candles had been snuffed out, and silence pressed like velvet over the corridors. But Lila Drake’s heart was anything but still.She had tossed and turned for hours, haunted by the image of Calen Storm standing in the grand ballroom—battle-scarred, cloaked in glory, impossibly calm amidst the sea of cheering nobles. But his eyes… they had not searched the room for her. Not for Lila.They had been locked—again and again—on her.Elara Wynn.Every glance he cast across the candlelit hall was subtle, deliberate. And Lila saw it. She always saw him. She always had. That had once been her curse—and her greatest joy.Now, curled in a thick midnight-blue cloak and soft-soled slippers, Lila moved through the manor like a whisper. She avoided the creaky boards she’d memorized since childhood, her breath shallow, her fingers trembling as she clutched her ski
Wept
The victory celebration in Aerondale lasted for seven nights and seven days.On the very first night, all of Ardenfell thundered with music and cheers. A towering bonfire was lit in Meridien Square, while blue-silver fireworks exploded across the night sky, forming the sigil of Aerondale: an eagle clutching a spear in its talons.The Hall of Echoes, the grand royal ballroom—larger than three cavalry fields—had been transformed into a starlit garden. Hundreds of lanterns floated mid-air, slowly drifting upward and glowing like lost stars descending to earth. Long banquet tables overflowed with roasted meats, spring fruits, and tiny cakes garnished with golden mint leaves.Musicians played harps, flutes, and drums, once with melodies of war, now turned to rhythms of triumph. Servants moved like shadows, refilling goblets with wine and mead from silver carafes.Calen Storm sat at the second seat of honor, not far from the King himself. His goblet was never empty, but he drank only in sma
Victory
Three days later, Aerondale rang with thunderous bells of victory.From the white cliffs of the Eastern Watchtowers to the golden domes of Ardenfell, the capital city, the people poured into the streets, their cheers rising like ocean spray against stone. Petals of blue and silver—colors of both Aerondale and the vanquished Vynoria—fell from balconies, fluttering down like gentle snow upon the heroes of the hour.At the heart of the city, the palace gates opened wide.Calen Storm rode through them not in chains, nor as a prisoner of insubordination, but as a hero—his cloak torn, his face shadowed by exhaustion, but his presence as commanding as the wind itself. Children ran alongside his horse. Women wept in gratitude. Even hardened soldiers saluted him with awe.“He tamed the Sacred River,” they whispered.“He faced divine wrath and lived.”“He is the Windborn.”Trumpets blared, and at the top of the grand marble staircase, King Ryan Ashford stood tall in his navy and gold regalia, f
